The light from outside her home nearly blinded her, though it was only comfortable dinner lighting, candles and fireplace; for longer than she could keep track of, they had left her with none but what came through the crack under the door, and through the flap when her dinner was delivered.

So she could “age like good whiskey”, they had said when they put her in- since then, not a word was spoken to her, and the door was only opened to empty her bucket when it stank.

Already her body had been abused longer, harder, and in more ways than she would have thought possible. They had penetrated her in all ways, all at once; her nipples, and then her labia had been pierced, while men laughed at her screams; she had been whipped all over, with special attention to her tenderest places, and left with her wrists tied to the ceiling all night; she had taken them deep in her throat and not been let up for air except on their whim. Whenever she passed out, they whipped her until she woke up.

They had once held a party at which there were three dozen present, and given her nothing to eat or drink all that day but seed- there had been other girls, being used for pleasure, but that night Mattie was only used for pain, and a receptacle for every drop that would have gone to the others had they not enjoyed degrading her so. The other girls were nameless, insulted interchangeably- but she, ‘Cunt’, as was now tattooed across her forehead, was set aside for the worst.

Now her mind, too, felt the violation. The endless, unmeasured loneliness had warped her until she began longing to be taken out and used, even for pain, if only to feel alive. She could hear them most nights, and hear the girls screaming- and she envied them more the louder they screamed. Her wrists were shackled to her neck, with just too little slack to touch herself. The one time they heard her trying to use her dish to rub against herself, she was beaten beyond even their enjoyment. The same when she was heard talking to herself.

She eventually slipped into a trance that knew no wake or sleep, except when her dinner was given, her bucket emptied, or when she listened to the sounds of the girls and tried to imagine what they felt from the sounds.

Now the door opened! She squinted up into the light, trying to see the face of the man who had opened her door. “Well, Cunt, let’s see how you’re coming along”, he said. He took out his penis and laid it across her face. She was amazed at her own joy, to be spoken to again, touched, offered something to do; she was ecstatic to again feel the warmth and weight of flesh on her face- the smell brought back memories that her isolation had turned almost fond by comparison: memories of light, and feeling, and knowing more than the corpse-like existence that had been hers now for… Months?

She was dimly aware that she might be expected to do something- but she simply sat there, savoring the experience of the penis on her face, sweeping away all the crazed, half-formed thoughts that had tormented her in her tomb. She rubbed her face against it slightly, unbelievably grateful and drinking in the contact with the world beyond her closet.

“I think she’s ready!” he called over his shoulder. Another man came up behind him. “You didn’t leave her in TOO long, did you?” he asked, looking at her with her head back, eyes closed, barely moving. She heard, but felt no desire to respond. She was nearly overwhelmed by the mere feeling of ever so slightly nuzzling the cock draped over her.

“Hey, Cunt!” he said, “Can you understand me?” She gazed at him for a second, searching her brain for a response.

“Yes, sir.”

“You happy to be out of your hole again?” “Yes, sir”, she said, voice trembling, and tentatively running her tongue up his shaft. He slapped her. “You were fine before! Don’t do anything until you’re told.” “Yes, sir”, she said hoarsely, and again sat still, except for leaning her face back to feel more contact as he draped himself across it again.

“See?” he said to the other. “If anything, we could have left her a bit longer!” She shuddered slightly hearing this. “I don’t care if she still knows how to talk”, said the other. “My question is, does she still know how to scream?” By way of answer, he grabbed and yanked the string tying her nipple piercings to each other and her labia. “Aah! Aaahh! AAAH!” she cried as he increased the tension, demonstrating to the other that she could still be affected by pain after so much time with worse, less tangible tortures.

“Take her out back and scrub her down”, he said, turning to the other main attraction of the night. Mattie stole a glance as she was led harshly along by her string, crawling as fast as she could; A girl around her own age, though she could only estimate it now- somewhat skinnier, light brown hair in pigtails; she had not yet been pierced. She lay against the wall in a position Mattie had never been quite flexible enough for, legs spread all the way back behind her shoulders, hands tied behind her back to hold them there. Her eyes held a look now familiar: nearly blank, with an underlying panic that had gone on so long that it was ordinary.

Laura watched her go, wondering how long she had been confined for- the thought sent chills down her spine. “You better put on a good show tonight”, she was told, “or you’ll know exactly how she feels. Now, let’s get you warmed up!” as the whip slashed across her breasts, and between her helpless legs, Laura screamed and moaned with even more than the pain demanded.

Fifteen minutes later, Cunt was led back in, dry but still shivering from the cold outside. Laura had a smattering of clothespins running in two rows, down each breast to the labia. The rows were broken where they had already been whipped off. Mattie shivered even more, in anticipation, listening to the other girl’s screams as the torture continued.

“Almost done here, Jeb”, the man said as he finished with a series of violent sweeping blows. He untied Laura, still moaning slightly in the aftermath, and set her kneeling in front of the couch, next to Mattie, whose hands were being unshackled. Then he and the other sat down in front of them.

“We’re gonna’ have a little trial”, he announced, “to see if Cunt here has learned anything in her closet. The winner will decide the loser’s punishment. Now come over here and get your mouths ready!”

They approached, and the men took out their cocks. Mattie nuzzled hers slightly. Laura licked her lips. “Go!”

Laura immediately dove in and began bobbing her head as quickly as she could, but her rival began by running her tongue up the length from the base, and then plunged deep, moving from the very base to the very tip with slow but powerful strokes.

Laura glanced sideways and felt a twinge of fear- the girl she knew only as Cunt was pushing past her gag reflex as though it was nothing; but moreover, and this really scared her, she seemed not in the least bit worried. She seemed to actually be enjoying it, wholeheartedly using every flourish, and Laura had some inkling that Cunt had not been like that before the closet.

It was as if she had lost all hope, and with it all fear, and all idea that anything in the world could be better than sucking this cock, right now. Laura was terrified that if she lost to this girl who had been so thoroughly broken, they would decide to break her too. She sucked harder, and tried to move faster, but she still knew that fear was no motivator compared to enjoyment- and every time her breath was stopped for a second by the cock hitting her throat, her instinct screamed to pull off and run away…

Mattie’s mind was blank but for sensations- and she loved every one of them. She didn’t think about what she was doing until she did it, she had ideas and immediately went through with them. She swirled her tongue around the tip before plunging all the way to the base and holding there, moving her head slightly side to side- then she pulled off to take a breath, ran the tip of her tongue down and back up the length, and began pumping her head up and down with wild abandon.

She cared about nothing, accepted it all with strange curiosity- the lack of breath when she went deep, the strange light-headedness of staying there- nothing could scare her after the long dark. She didn’t even care whether she won or lost, or whether they were pleased with her; she kept moving, eagerly, towards whatever lay in store next, whether a shot in her mouth, a punishment, both… She still tried to please, but only because that was the only game to play. And next to the terror of not playing, losing was nothing to her.

She bit, lightly, playfully, just for a second, and kept going. “You little bitch!” Jeb said, slapping her, but not necessarily displeased… “Did you do that on purpose?” “Mm-hmm…” she said around his cock.

“What?” asked the other. “She’s playin’ with me!” Jeb replied, grabbing her hair, shoving her head down to the base and holding it there. “I don’t know what she’s on about! I don’t know if I should whip her for it or call her the best damn whore we ever had!” “Well, puttin’ her in there so long was a new idea, and we got new results. I’d rather not know what my whore’s doin’ than have her doin’ the same old thing like she just wants it over with. Like this bitch here!” he added pointedly in Laura’s direction. She immediately started moving faster as if she had been pinched. “See? All she knows or cares to do is move faster, and do exactly what she’s told. She just wants to be good enough, not actually good!” “Are you not close, then?” Jeb asked, “‘Cause I’m pretty close, if you want t’just call it…” “Sure. Go ahead an’ finish however you like, and let’s see what Cunt can think of for this bitch here, based on her own experience… That doesn’t mean you can stop!” he said, slapping Laura. She kept going with a terror in her eyes and tears rolling down her face- she had failed. Now all that was left to her was to see what they intended to do.

Jeb pulled Mattie off his cock and stood up. “Alright, Cunt, turn’round, face down, ass up!” She gasped a little when he thrust into her anus- the first man to enter her since the unmeasured time in the closet- but it took him only a minute of thrusting to spill his warmth inside her. She almost wished it had gone on longer- for a second she didn’t quite know what to do- then she heard it. “Stand up, Cunt.”

Hesitantly, she did- normally she was only asked to stand if her hands were to be tied to the ceiling, so that she could be whipped from all sides- but something in the tone was different.

“Cunt”, he said, “you have been punished more ways than any other bitch that has seen this house. Now you’re going to be given a privilege, that we have never given to another whore like yourself, to celebrate your release from the closet and your victory over THIS pitiful slut… You are going to get to punish another. Are you excited?”

Mattie looked at her opponent, still pumping her head up and down, tears running down her face; she felt pity for her- but she could no longer sympathize. No matter how much she had suffered, she had come to enjoy it. Whatever empathy she had for the girl would only make it sweeter.

The bear stood to her full 11’2, roared, and spread her arms, aiming to catch him in bonebreaking, flesh-rending hug while her jaws took the top of his skull off.

This was not Chuck Norris’ first shindig.

He parried one paw upwards as he ducked under it, jumping up and catching her hard on the ear with the knife-hard edge of his hand.

She immediately turned and flung him backhanded, where he hit a glancing blow to a tree. He rolled when he hit, and landed two paces back from her second attempt at the death-hug, ready and on guard.

The blow to the ear had made her wary, and she stood back for a second, trying to size him up. Her cub watched from the tree it had climbed seeking safety- and a good viewpoint to watch the mauling it was sure was coming to this human. She was an especially ornery and tough-looking Kodiak, and Chuck was sure that this wasn’t her first shindig, either.

She feinted with her right, but the hesitation gave Chuck more than enough of an opening; he lept up, blocking as he put one foot into her belly, hard enough to double her halfway over even through the fat, and spinning to catch her with the other heel, on the same side of the head where the ear blow had struck.

She fell sideways, catching herself on all fours- before she had a chance to balance herself, Chuck flew shoulder-first into her ribs, rebounded, caught the paw she had flung out to stop him, and threw her over his shoulder, slamming her solidly into the tree he had hit.

He grabbed the coiled rope from his belt and lept onto her back before she could get up.

He deftly caught her right paw in a loop of rope, pulled it behind her back and hitched it to the left, then he stood up and heaved with his legs, pulling them together against her massive strength.

She bellowed defiantly. Chuck slipped a loop between her jaws and hitched it behind her to the rope between her paws, pulling her arms up and her head back. He wrapped the rope around her arms up to her elbows, pulling them tight behind her. She roared her contempt for him as he wrapped the rope around her hind leg, spread it back and hitched it tightly to the other one behind her.

Chuck removed his pants and mounted her in one swift motion, his member immediately swelling to the hardness of his fists with practiced control.

She roared in protest as his first thrust punched through her, stretching her walls beyond even what childbirth had demanded of her. He slapped her- “What was that, bitch?”

She roared again; he slapped her, she kept roaring- he twisted her nipple hard and it turned into a bellow of pain. She roared as loud as she thought she could, but when Chuck Norris twisted her nipple effortlessly to the point just short of tearing it off, the sound that she let out echoed through the woods and startled all game for a mile.

Cowed for the moment, she was quiet but for a soft panting in time with Chuck’s powerful movements.

“Oh, now you’re likin’ it, huh? Show a bitch who’s boss for a moment and you realize it ain’t that bad! Well brace yourself, baby, ’cause we’re just getting started!”

He pulled out and repositioned himself at her anus. She made a questioning noise- he twisted again, this time on her clitoris. He drew the moan of pain out for as long as she could go before taking a breath.

“I’m leading, bitch! Do you hear me?! Not a fucking word!”

Then he plunged his arm elbow-deep into her womb and his cock balls-deep into her south end business district.

Both passages stretched to their limit, but Chuck’s powerful arm and cock, steeled by more kegels than this bear had eaten berries in her life, plowed in and out as though to punch a new hole with each thrust.

The strength of his battering on her pelvis moved her entire body against the ground like a wave. She moaned now in open pleasure, and Chuck reveled in her helplessness.

Chuck glanced back at the cub still watching from the tree. He was unable to read its expression, but he hoped it was shock. He hoped that this experience would shape its sexual world forever.

“Look at your big strong mama now, squirt! Tongue hangin’ out while she begs me for more! Rivers of drool coming from her hungry cunt!” He spat into her mouth. “And that’s not the last she’s getting in there!”

On the drawn-out note, he again twisted he clitoris violently, wrenching a duet of pain from her, delivering a stinging slap and punching his fist back into her womb as the note ended. He pulled out and struck her across the face with his cock, with as much force as a mortal man could muster if he slapped her with all his might.

“One more thing, bitch”, and he ran two steps up the side of the tree her cub clung to, grabbed the branch beneath it, and swung himself over it, scooping up the cub under one arm and dropping smoothly back down to the ground.

She roared in fear, and frustration at neither having her own orgasm nor feeling his within her. Her womb had been spurned, and her child was being handled! She strained against the ropes holding her with all her might.

Chuck laughed at her as he spread the bleating cub’s legs. Thankfully it was a girl, but it wouldn’t have mattered either way; this act of sadistic dominance was for the mother’s benefit, and she protested beautifully. His organ grew even larger in anticipation- the cub was somewhere closer to leaving home than to babyhood, but still clearly twice as tight as her mother.

“I figured it was no fair to make her watch you get fucked the whole time”, he said with a grin as the mother bellowed. “Let’s hope none of her mates are too concerned about her purity!” and he plunged into her as far and fast as he could short of tearing her- but just short.

The two of them roared together pitifully in pain and concern, and struggled in his arms and the ropes alike. He came into her explosively, thrusting a few more powerful times to milk every last drop from himself. Cum spilled out around his cock, and gushed when he pulled out.

One final humiliation. He wrestled her over her mother’s mouth and spread the jaws; the mother caught the scent and lapped it from her daughter, desperate for any share of the seed that she could get. “Clean out your little bitch, cumslut! Show me how much you want it, maybe I’ll put some in you next time!”

He pulled the cub off and slapped her twice across the face with his cock, knocking her sideways. Then he dealt another to the mother and untied the two knots that held her.

She got up slowly, as though she couldn’t believe he had let her go, then ran as fast as she could with her cub in tow, lashes from the rope landing on both of them as they went.

Chuck Norris gave a satisfied sigh. Then he turned to the camera;

“To all those ladies out there wanting to get with the Chuck: Sorry, you aren’t nearly exciting enough for me.

But to all the guys out there: You could be those ladies’ next best thing- with Old Spice!”

“If you lose”, Breya whispered in her ear, “I plan on making up the loss by whoring you out at our next stop.” The stakes were set at 500 kilocred even from the captain and second officer (in this case, Breya) of each ship, not counting any side bets that may have been made. She steeled herself, and planned not to lose. The contest was held in the mess of the Toughs’ ship, with both crews present. She knelt , on all fours, opposite her opponent, a somewhat short, unassuming woman with light brown hair which she wore in a practical bun, but let down, as Ceeta had done with hers, before kneeling. She wore no makeup. Her teammate was a wavy-haired brunette with fashionable amounts a lipstick and eyeshadow, a figure that showed she cared for it, and a cock of middling length sticking stiffly out. She positioned her self behind Ceeta and set her cock between her buttocks. Ceeta’s teammate, Dr. Bunnigus, positioned herself likewise behind the other. Her hair, too, was undone, and her huge breasts and impressive eight-inch cock, gracefully curved, bounced with each step.

“BANG!” went the starting gun, and Bunnigus and her opponent plunged into them. A small gasp escaped Ceeta’s opposite number for that first thrust, and she smiled. First point to our team. Instead of thrusting forwards from behind, like Bunnigus, Ceeta’s partner bent over and thrust from behind and slightly above. It took her a few thrusts before she got the right angle. Ceeta gasped as the next thrust went right across her G-spot. Then the next thrust, and the next, and pleasure began to build up inside her…

Inara heard the gasp from the purple woman below her, and kept her thrusts fixed on that angle, thankful that her anatomy was identical to a pure human’s in that area. Now that she had her thrusting at the right angle, she could garnish it- she leaned down and touched the woman’s ear with just the tip of her tongue, then grabbed the purple breasts and squeezed them roughly. She had no time to make this a gentle, drawn-out orgasm for her opponent; thrusting in this way was tiring and might give her cramps if kept up too long, and Kaylee looked about ready to burst…

Kaylee whimpered slightly. Her current pleasure was defocusing her, sharpening her physical senses while disorienting her conscious mind so much so that she had to remind herself that this was a contest, and that if she reached back and played with her clit they might very well lose. Look at my breasts… she thought, swinging back and forth like that… Fuck, her cock is so BIG! It went deeper into her than anything she had tried yet, and she couldn’t help clinging to it as it went out… Small noises came from her and her pussy with each thrust… She looked at the purple woman opposite her; her face was set in grim determination, eyes closed tightly, mouth a tight line, though trembling not insignificantly under Inara’s skill. Kaylee imagined what her own face must look like: mouth hanging open slightly, eyelids drooping a hair, glazed eyes, all facial muscles slightly relaxed. Fuck, now her partner was grabbing her hair, pulling her head back; her jaw opened even wider, and her whimperings grew louder… She clamped down on the cock, almost ready to orgasm…

Dr. Bunnigus ground her teeth and thrust faster. This girl was really tight on her cock, and kept making such cute little noises. She was almost ready to cum… She looked at her opponent, playing Ceeta like an instrument… She didn’t show any signs that she was cumming soon. She had to make this girl cum before Ceeta, or they lost the contest. In desperation, she grabbed at the girl’s hair and pulled, trying to make her cum faster by adding pain to pleasure, but she just started making even louder noises, and her tight pussy clamped down on her cock again- Aargh! Defeated, she pulled out and splashed onto the floor.

Kaylee was surprised that her opponent pulled out just then, and slightly disappointed. The rational parts of her just managed to clamp down on her orgasm before it went off. Inara saw her pull out, and felt a flash of triumph that now, they had certainly won. Ceeta felt a brief shock of dismay- just a split-second- and then her own orgasm exploded and she collapsed to the floor, beaten. Inara paused to jerk off on her face before returning to her own crew. Kaylee tried for about five seconds and found that her orgasm had already retreated- and did so even further when she remembered all the people watching. Ceeta’s only thought was: Fuck.

Night 7

The man thrust into Ceeta’s well-lubed ass again and again, while she moaned and played her part. “Ahh fuck yeah, yes, keep… on… Stretch me out and use me! Yeah, keep that up…” Breya was not physically present in the room, but Ceeta knew that she was watching anyway, and getting off on it. She knew because Breya had told her so herself. This was her third customer of the day, representing her 600-kilocred-remaining mark. Fuck. At least after she earned all the money back, and more, for Breya, she was out of here. Free.

The next week they sold her into slavery on an alien planet currently engaged in civil war, to the obvious losing side. Fuck.

Warm cum jetted from the cock in front of her, laying a line of semen from the back of her tongue to her chin. The taste was now familiar, but not necessarily pleasant. The next one shot a glob neatly across the bridge of her nose, then onto her forehead. She kept her mouth submissively open, inviting more cum into it. She bared her body to the rain of cum. Warm splashes landed on her breasts, around her cunt, and ran down her face into her eyes. The men cheered as she licked their cum off her body, swallowing it.

Night 4 (1/2)

She wrapped her hand around the dark skin and pulled it down, exposing the head, then back up, and down again at three steady strokes a second. Bunnigus squirmed, toes curling, trying to make her stroke faster. Ceeta continued, gradually bringing her there. A male scent tickled her nostrils. Bunnigus pulled her closer, and she touched her tongue to the side of the head, pulling the foreskin over them both with her upstrokes. Bunnigus’ load jetted straight up from the enormous cock, coming down onto Ceeta’s face. Her tongue still under the foreskin, she and sucked out what more was left.

Night 4 (2/2)

Her purple breasts pressed against the huge dark ones above her, the combined bosoms pressed forward almost enough to smother her. The soft female flesh rippled with each heavy thrust rocking their bodies. It smelled as distinctly feminine as the penis inside her had smelt masculine. The doctor gripped her shoulders like a chin-up bar, and Ceeta wrapped legs around her, resting her feet above round, muscular buttocks, adding her own strength to the powerful thrusts into her ass. Ceeta’s muscles tightly gripped her lover, thrusting all the stronger to widen her tightness. Bunnigus tensed, and found relief inside her.

Night 5

Breya Andreysan definitely had a fetish for this. Ceeta’s face ran slick with her juices, and her mouth was full of the taste. She had a unique view of Breya, standing directly above her face and fucking herself with a dildo, letting her fluid fall freely down. Ceeta lay on the floor, legs spread wide and finger-fucking herself for Breya’s enjoyment. Her hair was undone, and now slick. She still wore her robe-like prisoners’ garment, and Breya had simply unzipped her jumpsuit. She fondled a breast and waited, mouth open, for Breya to cum and sate her fetish another night.

This was an opportunity that was not to be missed… an opportunity to take the woman who had betrayed them all at Zoojack… and degrade her completely. The room had been outfitted with… a variety of equipment, freshly fabbed for the occasion. ‘Chelle had brought an enormous dildo, hoping to sodomize her with it. Elf had even gotten a new pair of legs for the occasion. The terapedo appeared out of thin air, the object of their sadistic lust in tow. Jevee Ceeta wore a blindfold, a pair of sound-distorting earplugs, and now a gag. She was otherwise completely naked, purple nipples perking in the air.

Elf stepped forward, mouth dry, and locked a pair of handcuffs around Ceeta’s wrists, behind her back. She reached out, and spanked her once experimentally. Ceeta flinched and yelped, a mark of deeper purple in the shape of a hand slowly fading from her buttock. Breya grabbed a crop from one wall, walked quietly around to Ceeta’s other side, and lashed out at her breast. She screamed again and started backing up- ‘Chelle grabbed a whip and lashed it across her crotch, smiling at yet more screams.

“‘Chelle, can I see that for a minute?”

said Elf, taking the whip from her,

“Now you hold her down- I want to try something.” Elf stroked the whip- it was six strips of leather, each a little over three feet long. She looked down at the purple woman on the floor before her. Elf lashed the whip brutally across Ceeta’s vagina. She screamed again, more loudly than before, closing her legs and turning, trying to shield her pussy.

“Breya, ‘Chelle, would you mind spreading her legs?”

Elf asked with a sadistic smile. The two women pried Ceeta’s legs apart, baring her pussy once more. Ceeta screamed and struggled, trying to avoid the lash. Elf looked down at her, and stroked the whip again.

“This”, she said, raising it over her head, “is for betraying us to Xinchub.”

She brought down the whip again. Ceeta screamed in pain, her sensitive flesh stinging in protest. Silently, Breya got up and took the whip from Elf, who took Breya’s place and pried Ceeta’s legs back open.

“This is for Jaksmouth”,

she said, and brought the whip down again. The whip made a sinister swish…snack! as it lashed the tender purple flesh between Ceeta’s legs. Breya lashed again, the whip scoring Ceeta’s delicate clit. Ceeta was wailing and writhing as Breya swung the whip brutally down. Her vagina seared with pain, her clit felt like it was bleeding. Five strong strokes, and Breya stopped to relax her arm. ‘Chelle leaned over and licked at Ceeta’s clit, amused at Ceeta’s disproportionate moaning and arching in pleasure enhanced by the pain.

“Ensign Garcia”,

said Breya suddenly,

“I understand you brought something special?”

‘Chelle walked over to the other end of the room, and returned with a strap-on harness and a twelve-inch dildo. Breya admired it for a minute.

“Would you do the honors?”

she said, handing it to Elf. “Mmph?” Breya lashed the whip across Ceeta’s nethers again, listening to the sounds of pain with something approaching delight.

“You’ll find out, if you’re patient.”

Elf donned the harness, marvelling at the size and weight of the dildo. Breya was standing up, Ceeta kneeling behind her, and shoving her pussy into the woman’s face. ‘Chelle was finger-fucking Ceeta as she lapped at Breya. Elf grabbed a tube of lubricant and started to apply it to her new equipment. ‘Chelle laid down on a table and let Ceeta’s mouth eat her out. Elf moved over behind Ceeta, lifted her hips up, and with a grunt more of dominance than lust she thrust into her ass. Her anus clung to the enormous dildo, pumping and twisting around inside her, with the sound of slapping flesh. It was very well lubed, allowing Elf to thrust hard as they rutted. ‘Chelle pulled Ceeta’s mouth back over to her pussy and encouraged her to continue. Her clit was very large, and stuck out, perky while Ceeta paid homage to her pussy. Ceeta serviced the vagina before her as well as she could. The dildo slid in and out her at an uncomfortable rate, straightening out her twisting passage as Elf’s hips slammed into her rump, then pulling out just as quickly, pulling her even tighter with the suction. ‘Chelle grabbed a handful of her hair, and yanked her away from her dripping cunt.

“You wanna keep going? You enjoying it? I’m not done yet.”

She guided Ceeta’s mouth onto her protruding clit. “Suck on that.”

Ceeta closed her lips around the clit and sucked, her body shaken by Elf rutting her ass.

“Come on”, she said, “move your head more. Like it’s a little cock.”

She grabbed a handful of hair and started forcibly moving Ceeta’s head up and down, her mouth tugging on the clit and her chin rubbing on ‘Chelle’s wet pussy. Breya slipped underneath Ceeta and watched her unused, battered pussy dripping onto the floor, begging to get fucked. She held out a hand and felt the heat coming off the desperate hole, and the wetness dripping from it. Breya tasted it and listened to her moaning as she sucked on ‘Chelle and opened and closed for Elf. She reached out and spread Ceeta’s legs apart. Ceeta lowered slightly, and Elf adjusted her angle further upwards, still fucking her. Breya lashed out another stinging slap on the abused, dripping pussy above her, and Ceeta’s legs buckled while Elf held her in the air with the sheer force of her fucking. Ceeta was sore from Elf’s repeated slamming into her the dildo still opened her ass wider than it should and thrust in and out, and she let out a pained cry when Breya pulled her legs apart and spanked her needy, swollen flesh again and again. ‘Chelle ground into her face. She was entirely held up by her bust, pressed against the table and drenched in woman, and the enormous rubber dick she clung to as it thrust and bent in and out of her ass. Breya, beneath her, beat her pussy like tenderizing a steak, then curled three fingers inside of her and pulled while she slapped the clit. Breya sucked on the clit above her, tugging it with her teeth, and tried to push Ceeta’s pussy as far open as it would go with her fingers. Juice dripped out of the gaping hole, and Breya rubbed her own clit furiously.

“Open wide”,

said ‘Chelle, and let loose her cum. She squirted all over Ceeta’s face and some on her back, shining on the purple skin and accentuating the shoulderblades and gentle curves as they jolted wiht the shock of Elf’s thrusts. Elf ran her tongue up Ceeta’s back, tasting the fluid and continuing to grind her cock into their fucktoy’s ass. ‘Chelle leaned over and kissed her over the shining purple skin, and fancied she could taste her glory on Elf’s tongue. Ceeta yelled and writhed beneath them.

“Ahhh! Yaahh! It hurts! Aaiih!”

With a look of triumph, Breya shoved her elbow, plugging Ceeta’s pussy with her fist.

“Got it!”, she said with a satisfied look. “How do you like it?”

“It hurts!! Aah! Please!”

“Please what?”, said Breya, and started to move it slowly back and forth.

“Please!” she screamed, “Stop!”

She lifted one leg off the ground trying to spread wider. Elf and ‘Chelle had both stopped what they were doing to watch her face. Elf looked back at Ceeta’s leg lifting higher and higher, and listened to her pained screams, and drove her cock back all the way into Ceeta, to the hilt. Ceeta screamed again, and Breya pulled her fist back out, Releasing a flood of cum to spill on the floor. Breya shoved her hand into Ceeta’s face.

“Clean it off”, she said, “Get a big, long taste of yourself. And clean up what’s on the floor, while you’re at it.”

Elf carefully unbuckled the harness, but left it plugging Ceeta’s asshole.

“So what do you want to do with her now?”

she asked, turning to ‘Chelle. They watched her lapping up her cum from the floor while Breya jerked off.

“Well,” she replied, “I had been wanting to use that dildo on her myself. You pretty much broke her in already, though.”

“I need to get off. That thing didn’t have anything for my end.”

Breya squirted on part of the floor that Ceeta had already cleaned, and made her clean up again. She was probably getting way too much pleasure from it to be healthy.

“Here’s one you might want to try using.”

‘Chelle handed Elf another strap-on, this one just seven inches long, but with an equally long extra for the wearer. She switched it on, and it vibrated.

“Try getting off with that.”

She grabbed a remote control bullet vibrator for herself.

“I’m gonna go ahead and get my turn”,

she said, and got up. Elf started putting on her own. ‘Chelle stuck the egg-sized bullet into the strap-on harness, and buckled it on. The dildo was still lubed up and stuck in Ceeta’s ass. ‘Chelle’s first slam drove her from hands and knees to lying on her stomach. She continued to slam into the bitch with similar force, grinding her into the floor. Ceeta grunted with each slam, her chest pressed to the floor, her ass stretched around her cock. ‘Chelle refastened her gag, and kept pounding.

“Come on bitch, scream!” she shouted, plunging into her ass to the hilt again. “Tell me you like it! Yeah, you do like it, don’t you? You gonna cum? I bet I can make you cum again by fucking your ass!”

The vibrator buzzed in Elf’s pussy. She clenched around it irregularly while she jerked off the other head. It worked really well. She watched ‘Chelle fucking and imagined she was a guy, jerking off. Breya was also wanking while she watched, her back was turned to Elf. She got up, crept up behind Breya…

“Guess who?”

Elf plunged into her pussy, moving the vibrator inside her. She shuddered involuntarily.

“Elf, what? Stop… Ah! Cut it-”

Elf put one hand under each of Breya’s legs and lifted her into the air, still thrusting into her pussy. She stuck out her tongue and tickled Breya’s ear with it, feeling her walls cling to the dildo. Breya arched her back against Elf and watched ‘Chelle, who had now flipped Ceeta over onto her back and lifted her hips off the floor and was pounding her ass from that postition. Elf lifted Breya off her dick and turned her around, then resumed fucking her. Breya wrapped her legs around the staturesque blonde and danced tongues with her, still watching Ceeta and ‘Chelle out of the corner of their eyes. As they watched, ‘Chelle tensed up and dripped through the harness, then continued pounding with just as much force. Elf reached down and rubbed Breya while she fucked her, with a smooth wave of her waist taking her in and out and then repeating. She lifted her hand, dripping with juices, and they both licked at it. Breya clung to her, arms and legs wrapped around Elf, clenching, about to cum, she tried to hold it back and let Elf cum first- Breya exhaled and released her orgasm explosively around the dildo. Elf lay her down on the table and mounted on top of her, tired of supporting their combined weight, but not stopping her fluid thrusting through Breya’s clinging hole. The dildo buzzed inside them both.

“Gonna cum, Breya”, Elf said, “Face or tits?”

“What?”

“Face it is then.”

Elf pulled out and made an exaggerated moan, pointing the dildo at Breya’s face and cumming inside the harness. She smiled. They heard a loud moan, and looked over a ‘Chelle and Ceeta.

“No, you can’t cum yet. Don’t even think about it.” ‘Chelle was thrusting into Ceeta’s ass still, this time Ceeta kneeling on a table and ‘Chelle standing behind and ramming her. Ceeta moaned loudly and plaintively through her gag.

“Tell you what”, she said, “If you really want to cum from being fucked in the ass, I might be willing to make a deal with you.” She kept fucking her ass, and almost, but not quite touched her pussy.

“I’ll let you cum, but on one condition- after that, you get another pussy-whipping. Twenty, deal?” She moaned again.

‘Chelle gave her a loud slap on the pussy and smiled at the yelp. “If you agree, all you have to do is cum.” ‘Chelle touched her pussy lightly while her ass clenched. Ceeta moaned frantically. “What’s that? Can’t quite make that out.” ‘Chelle rubbed Ceeta’s pussy in earnest, kneading her lips and rubbing her clit. Her juice was forming a small puddle on the table.

Ceeta moaned and arched her back, squirting on the table. “Good girl.” ‘Chelle pulled out of her ass. It gaped, unplugged again, the muscles loosened almost to the point of being unable to close. ‘Chelle grabbed Ceeta’s foot, and tied it to one corner of the table, then the other foot, and the hands, so that she was tied, legs spread wide to the table. She retrieved the whip, and ran it lightly over the bared pussy. Ceeta immediately began to struggle and whine through the ballgag. ‘Chelle smirked.

“Come on, you chose this. You took the deal, not me.” Ceeta made frantic noises.

“You can’t just take on credit and then never pay, you know. Don’t try to avoid this.” She raised the whip over her head, and brought it down on Ceeta’s pussy again. One. She cried out through the gag. Elf watched with interest while Breya nibbled at her pussy. ‘Chelle brought it down three more times, with heavy, sharp blows, happily watching her prisoner writhe. Four.

“Starting to regret your moment of indulgence?” ‘Chelle striped her purple crotch twice more. Six. She whipped another two times, and saw a speck of blood appear on the tender purple flesh. “Yeah, I bet you are.” Another three lashes, and another speck appeared. Eleven. ‘Chelle lapped at the raw pussy, soothing it with her tongue and sucking on it. Then she dealt out another four. Fifteen. The vibrator’s buzzing finally sent her back over the edge, and she came, rivers flowing down her legs, muscles tensing, then relaxed and dealt another. Sixteen.

“You’re looking really raw there”, ‘Chelle said, giving her another lick. “How much does it hurt?” Ceeta moaned and arched against the ropes, leaking more from her crotch. “Tell me how much it hurts. Maybe I’ll just stop here.” She moaned, more in compliance than actual hope. “Just that much? How about… Now.” Another brutal lash. She screamed against the gag held in her teeth, face in an expression of burning pain, and panted and whimpered. “And now?” another, and an even louder scream. ‘Chelle pinched and twisted the purple nipples, drawing out the scream even further. “That’s not good enough. You’re not really letting loose. You’re just pretending. Keep that up and you’ll get extra.” She whipped again the raw and lightly bleeding flesh, listened to the scream a minute, then lashed it a final time. She climbed atop the table, straddling Ceeta’s face, and came into her mouth.

Deciding they were done with her, they sent Ceeta back down to her cell and retired to their respective rooms. Night the second finished.

A terapedo appeared in Jevee Ceeta’s cell at 2100 hours exactly. It brought with it a blindfold and a pair of electronic earplugs. “Put these on”, it said. She tied the form-fitting blindfold to her eyes, and put the plugs in her ears. They modified the sound around her, giving it a sort of vibrato. Ceeta reached out and found the terapedo, which then left with her in tow.

Ceeta materialized in a room. It was probably still somewhere in the ship, and it had a bed in it. “Here she is”, said a female voice distorted by the earplugs. “What do you want to do?” “I don’t know. What do you want to do?” said a male voice. If Ceeta knew them, she couldn’t tell who they were.

“Alright”, said the woman’s voice, “We’ll start simple. Ceeta, strip.” Ceeta carefully, slightly unbalanced by the loss of sight and distorted hearing, removed the simple robe-like prisoner’s garment she wore. She started to remove her bra, when she felt a mouth on the waistband of her panties.

She blushed deeply. “I-” the woman’s voice cut her off from around her waist level. “Shhh. Just do what we tell you.” Ceeta blushed deeply, and carefully stepped out of her panties once the mouth had pulled them down to her feet.

Ceeta stood naked but for the earplugs, blindfold, and restraining collar, baring her purple skin to the invisible watchers. “Now lie down on the bed and spread your legs”, said the female voice, “and you enter her.” “Alright… I guess that is the simple way to start”, said the male voice.

Ceeta lay down on the bed, mouth dry, and pulled her legs apart, baring the moist, darker purple skin that lay between. She strained her lower muscles to pull herself open further, and lifted her knees to either side of her breasts, baring her insides to the room, gaping, she could feel cool air inside her where normally it was body temperature. The man mounted her and entered.

Tagon’s penis thrust into Ceeta’s depths, pushing her open and then the suction pulling her closed. Ceeta lay there and stared at the blackness where the ceiling should be. “Are you getting off on this?” he asked. Breya responded, “Yes, actually. It’s not just the sex, it’s seeing how totally humiliated she obviously feels. It gets me all wet inside.”

Ceeta tried to force her face back into its impassive glare, but failed- a tiny sound came from her, a short “pfut” of air. Ceeta’s attempt at a glare collapsed, and her breasts and face turned a deeper color in embarrassment. “Oh, this is good”, said the woman’s voice. “That look on her face is priceless.” Tiny noises continued to issue from Ceeta, and she spread her legs even further apart, trying to get them to stop. In her embarrassment, her muscles clamped down on Tagon’s cock, negating any effect that the extra spread might have had.

“I have got to get in on this”, said Breya with glee. “Open wide!” And she lowered herself onto Ceeta’s mouth. All of a sudden, Ceeta’s face was smothered with another woman. Her mouth was pressed to another woman’s lips, another woman’s cheeks pressed down on her forehead.

“Come on”, Breya said, spreading herself wider against Ceeta’s face, “you know what to do.” Ceeta clamped down on her mind, tried not to think about what she was doing, and hesitantly began to lick at the pussy on her mouth. “I am so fucking turned on right now“, Breya said, face set in what looked like tense determination. “Fuck her! Fuck her!” She kissed Tagon over Ceeta’s body, fondling herself and moaning. “Fuck her good! Oh, god, fuck her!”

Ceeta wriggled under Tagon’s energetic thrusting. “Oh, god”, Breya moaned, leaning down to Ceeta’s pussy, “I love those cute little noises she makes when you fuck her! She looks so embarrassed…” Breya kissed Tagon again and started pinching Ceeta’s clit.

Ceeta writhed, trying to escape and grind herself against the people fucking her at the same time. She had come to understand the phrases “eating someone out” and “pie”. It was rather like sticking her face into a pastry and eating it from the inside out with her tongue. Wetness was already beginning to run down her breasts, and her mouth was full of the woman’s ecstatic secretions.

“Yes!” she moaned, “Lick it, you little slut! Oh god, I am so turned on right now!” Breya shifted her position on Ceeta’s face, moving her anus over the willingly lapping tongue, then turned around to give it better access to her pussy. Ceeta continued to lap at the woman on top of her. All that was expected of her was that she keep licking and get fucked.

The dick was rubbing against her clit when it thrust- it felt raw, but so good… Breya moaned impatiently. She humped Ceeta’s face, not trying to allow access to the tongue anymore, she just humped her face. Breya got a perverse feeling of satisfaction from this, grinding her pussy into the face of the woman who would have sold her to the UNS, drowning her purple face in her own girlcum.

Ceeta’s face was covered in pussy, smothering in it. Her mouth ran over with woman, running down her neck and drenching the bed. She swallowed it, to get a chance to breathe, but her entire face was covered in it and her mouth began to fill again very quickly. Breya moaned. “Cumming- open wide-” she pushed her pussy over Ceeta’s mouth, as if they were kissing, and came. Ceeta struggled, drowning in cum, she drank it down as it poured into her mouth. She hardly noticed now… She was getting close herself… Breya lifted herself off of Ceeta’s face and kissed Tagon. “Tagon…” she whispered, “fuck me…”

Suddenly Ceeta felt the man pull out of her. “Wh-” she almost said, but the woman cut her off by sticking a breast in her mouth. Breya humped Ceeta slightly as she sucked on Breya’s nipple, waiting for Tagon to enter her. Ceeta sucked on the woman’s round breast, still brooding slightly about her own missed release. She felt the man begin humping the woman on top of her, and heard their passionate moans. The woman’s knee was moving slightly against her… A little more…

Breya felt Ceeta moving beneath her, trying to press herself into Breya’s knee. She thought about moving it out of the way, denying her enemy further, but decided that the thought of Ceeta cumming at her hand turned her on more. Breya ground her knee against Ceeta’s wetness and squeezed her breasts, pleased by Ceeta’s eager movements beneath her. Tagon was pulled her hair as he moved in and out of her… normally she would have objected, but she was already feeling dirty tonight… that last orgasm had come more readily than any she could remember.

Ceeta arched her back beneath her and came against her knee. “Good girl…” Breya moaned as Tagon fucked her… “Good girl…” Already she was there again… she quickly pulled off of Tagon’s dick and squirted onto Ceeta again. “Sit up!” she said, “and open wide!” she grasped Tagon’s shaft and pulled on it quickly, jerking him off into Ceeta’s eager, receiving mouth. “Clean him off…” Breya gasped, already feeling close yet again as Ceeta wrapped her mouth around Tagon’s cock and sucked out whatever cum was left in it. “Now me…”

Ceeta lapped whatever fluids still lingered in Breya’s pussy, almost bringing her to her third orgasm of the night… but not quite. With an angry moan, Breya shoved Ceeta’s face into herself, letting out her final, explosive orgasm. She had Ceeta clean her out again, and sent her back to her cell tired, and scented with feminine ecstasy.

A voice awoke ex-UNS Colonel Jevee Ceeta from her somewhat restless sleep in the brig of the Serial Peacemaker. “Hello.” it said. “How would you like a free way out of here?” Ceeta sat up groggily, but angrily. “Who are you?” she demanded. “Someone making an offer with the permission of Captain Tagon”, it said, “Now you answer me.”

“What do you want from me?” She asked. “You probably won’t agree”, said the voice. “Particularly not in this mood.” “So you enjoy waking up prisoners to mess with them? What is it?” “It’s a little uncomfortable. Maybe not your style.” “I want out of here!” Ceeta shouted, “At least tell me what it is so I can refuse myself!”

“Well”, said the voice, “since you insist. There are certain people on board who would enjoy it if you would join them- in bed.” Ceeta’s purple skin blushed deeply. “Me?” she asked, eyes wide, looking around for the source of the voice, “Why?”

“Your exotic coloration”, responded the voice, “Your lovely figure. The feeling of power that comes from making a double-crosser beg with her mouth on your crotch. They need a woman and you’re on board and desperate for freedom. Can you do both?”

Ceeta blushed again, but now that she was more awake she tried to keep her angular face into its characteristic stern stare (difficult, with no obvious place to stare at). “For getting out of here and back in life, I can handle a night with a woman.”

“But”, said the voice, “this would not be a night with a woman. This would be several nights with varying combinations of gender. Three or four nights, most likely.” “Well”, mused Ceeta, “it’s not as if I have anything to lose.” Her blush remained, and now her nipples began to perk up.

“That’s the spirit. You’ll be sent for tomorrow, at about 2100 hours. See you then.” The voice cut off. “Damn it. Now I’m all perked up for nothing.” Ceeta instinctively glanced around, though she knew there was no one there, and started finger-fucking herself to let out the tension. Captain Kaff Tagon watched the screen in front of his microphone, and anticipated the next night.

Author’s: I really can’t believe there isn’t more SM porn. There is ONE picture on paheal/booru, so the rule isn’t invalidated, but really- extremely popular series, a host of hot female characters, and… one picture? I am here to fill the gap with horrible writing and filthy imaginings.